# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | Lord of the Sabbath and its light | | | | | | | |
202 | When, as returns this solemn day | | | | | | | |
203 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
204 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
205 | Eternal Source of every joy | | | | | | | |
206 | Here, in thy name, eternal God | | | | | | | |
207 | Buried in shadows of the night | | | | | | | |
208 | The Lord is my shepherd, he makes me repose | | | | | | | |
209 | O tell me, thou life and delight of my soul | | | | | | | |
210 | Child of sin and sorrow | | | | | | | |
211 | Why that soul's commotion | | | | | | | |
212 | When gath'ring clouds around I view | | | | | | | |
213 | As panting in the sultry beam | | | | | | | |
214 | As oft with worn and weary feet | | | | | | | |
215 | Fast flow, my tears! the cause is great | | | | | | | |
216 | Searcher of hearts, to thee are known | | | | | | | |
217 | Hark! how the choral song of heaven | | | | | | | |
218 | When marshaled on the nighty plain | | | | | | | |
219 | The billows swell, the winds are high | | | | | | | |
220 | Th' Almighty reigns, esxalted high | | | | | | | |
221 | "Go, preach my gospel," saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
222 | Arm of the Lord, awake, awake | | | | | | | |
223 | Great God, whose universal sway | | | | | | | |
224 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
225 | Go, tune thy voice to sacred song | | | | | | | |
226 | Oh! say no more, there's nothing true | | | | | | | |
227 | 'Tis sweet when cloudless suns arise | | | | | | | |
228 | O Thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
229 | When musing sorrow weeps the past | | | | | | | |
230 | My God, my portion, and my love | | | | | | | |
231 | My God, my everlasting hope | | | | | | | |
232 | God of my childhood and my youth | | | | | | | |
233 | My God, my Father, blissful name! | | | | | | | |
234 | How oft, alas! this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
235 | O that the Lord would guide my ways | | | | | | | |
236 | Faint not, Christian! tho' the road | | | | | | | |
237 | Hasten, Lord! the glorious time | | | | | | | |
238 | Much in sorrow, oft in woe | | | | | | | |
239 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
240 | Swell the anthem, raise the song | | | | | | | |
241 | All ye nations, praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
242 | Go, ye messengers of God | | | | | | | |
243 | Hark--that shout of rapturous joy | | | | | | | |
244 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
245 | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
246 | To thy pastures fair and large | | | | | | | |
247 | Soft and holy is the place | | | | | | | |
248 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
249 | When on Sinai's top I see | | | | | | | |
250 | Bless ye the Lord in solemn rite | | | | | | | |
251 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
252 | Firm as the earth thy gospel stands | | | | | | | |
253 | How sweet, how heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
254 | Father! is not thy promise pledged | | | | | | | |
255 | Not all the outward forms on earth | | | | | | | |
256 | My God! accept my early vows | | | | | | | |
257 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
258 | Happy the church, thou sacred place | | | | | | | |
259 | Far from thy fold, O God! my feet | | | | | | | |
260 | At thy command, our dearest Lord! | | | | | | | |
261 | Lord, I am vile, conceived in sin | | | | | | | |
262 | When driven by oppression's rod | | | | | | | |
263 | Happy the meek whose gentle breast | | | | | | | |
264 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord! | | | | | | | |
265 | Go--messenger of peace and love! | | | | | | | |
266 | Come, let our voices join to raise | | | | | | | |
267 | God, in the gospel of his Son | | | | | | | |
268 | Now, to the power of God supreme | | | | | | | |
269 | "There is a God"--creation cries | | | | | | | |
270 | O Thou, who driest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
271 | O Shepherd of thy people, hear! | | | | | | | |
272 | How long beneath the law I lay | | | | | | | |
273 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
274 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
275 | Spirit of peace, celestial Dove | | | | | | | |
276 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
277 | Through sorrow's night, and danger's path | | | | | | | |
278 | Keep silence, all created things | | | | | | | |
279 | Not to the terrors of the Lord | | | | | | | |
280 | Lord, how secure my conscience was | | | | | | | |
281 | Hear, gracious God! my humble moan | | | | | | | |
282 | My home is in heaven, my rest is not here | | | | | | | |
283 | For what shall I praise thee, my God and my King | | | | | | | |
284 | I am weary of straying--O! fain would I rest | | | | | | | |
285 | O had I, my Saviour, the wings of a dove | | | | | | | |
286 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
287 | Soon as I heard my Father say | | | | | | | |
288 | Come, let us join our souls to God | | | | | | | |
289 | Come, let us lift our voices high | | | | | | | |
290 | Christ and his cross is all our theme | | | | | | | |
291 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
292 | Come, thou desire of all thy saints! | | | | | | | |
293 | Ye that obey th' immortal King | | | | | | | |
294 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned | | | | | | | |
295 | Blest are the souls that hear and know | | | | | | | |
296 | O thou, whose own vast temple stands | | | | | | | |
297 | O, for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |
298 | My times of sorrow and of joy | | | | | | | |
299 | O that thy statutes every hour | | | | | | | |
300 | Rise, O my soul! pursue the path | | | | | | | |